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Things Aren't What They Appear To BeLoading...
Ruth K.Loading...
Jean Smith was a fifth grade girl. She sat on the couch in her living room watching T.V waiting for her mom to come home. She was watching her favorite show, His Dark Materials. The door to the garage opened. Jean said, "Hi mom I'm in the living room!" But there was no reply. There was a loud screech that echoed through the halls. Jean got up and walked to the door, and it was wide open. Her mom never did that. She closed the door and walked back to the couch and pressed play and kept watching. The door opened again and this time her mom walked in. "Mom! You won't believe it! I was watching T.V and the door opened, by itself! It was really creepy! "she said relieved. Her mom sighed and said, "Your teachers always did say you were very imaginative, but that's not a bad thing." she said. Jean was confused, her teachers said that? "I'm not imagining it, I'm telling you the truth!" Jean said. Her mom just pressed play and they watched T.V for a little bit. They heard noises like a person coming down the stairs, at the bottom there was a big crash! Jean's mom was shocked as she said, "W-w-w-what?! I thought you were j-j-j-joking!" Jean rolled her eyes and said, "I told you!". Then everything stopped. Jean walked over and the coat rack was knocked over. Jean picked up the coat rack. Jean stopped suddenly, "MOM! Come here!". Jean's mom ran over, "What is it Jean? "then she saw it. Jeans mom started crying. Her favorite painting she made was torn to shreds. Next to the shredded painting were tufts of gray and black fur. Jeans mom wailed, "It's a beast! It destroyed my painting. The beast must be found!". Jean and her Mom searched and searched but they didn't find anything. Jean and her Mom looked in the cabinets under the loose floor boards, behind doors, and under beds! Then, creak! Jean and her mom went to the corner of the room, thump thump thump, up the stairs. Jean and her mom exchanged glances, creak, creak, creak, down the hall, Jean grabs a lamp. The door slides open, "Aaaa!" Jean screams. "What, is there an intruder?" The mysterious person said. Jean sighed, It was Just her dad, "Dad! You won't believe it! There is something in the house. It tore Mom's painting up, opened a door, and knocked over the coat rack!" Jean’s Dad did not expect this, "Wait, what... Bam! Jean's dad fell over, Asleep. there was one of Jean’s Grandpa's old sleep darts stuck in his back! Jean’s Mom tucked her Dad into bed. Jean walked in the hallway the dart gun was laying there in the hallway with other junk that must have fallen out of the closet. She walked over to the closet. She looked under the Jackets and more fur! Then something jumped on her head. Jean shrieked! Her mom ran over. Jean ran out and tried to get whatever it was out of her hair. It jumped off her head and ran outside. It ran and jumped in the dumpster, Jean still had the lamp in her hand. She held it close and stalked towards the trash can. There was a rustle inside. She slowly looked inside and there was something that surprised her, a racoon! Jean laughed and yelled, "It was a racoon, Mom!" Her mom came outside and hugged Jean. They went inside, and this time they locked the door.